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Natural Kind Of Drunk


It is ANOTHER perfect day in New Orleans (I feel like a WGNO forecaster low-key). There’s no humidity–just dry brightness that makes you want to breathe in real, real deep. 769 more words

New Orleans

Commonplace #8

Years after the war, after marriages, children, divorces, books, he came to Paris with his wife. He phoned her. It’s me. She recognized him at once from the voice. 123 more words


One does not find solitude, one creates it. Solitude is created alone. I have created it. Because I decided that here was where I should be alone, that I would be alone to write books.

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“I go six of one and half a dozen of the other, but no-one remembers me saying that when I did, back in 2003.” (Richard Ayoade)

August is Women in Translation month, hosted by Meytal at Biblibio. I’ve been faithfully reading translated fiction throughout the month but I have failed miserably at blogging about any of it. 1,452 more words


Trauma and Survival in Contemporary Fiction

How can trauma be written, or read about, when much of the impact of traumatic events is so overwhelming as to debilitate functional emotional, cognitive, and physical responses? 132 more words


"She Begins Again To Live in the Past": On The Ravishing of Lol Stein by Marguerite Duras

I don’t know how to write about Lol Stein. I’ll start there, with an admission of my own limitations, a confession that any review that I write will fail to encompass all that I felt while reading it and all that I feel all these months and years later. 1,222 more words


The Lover: Giving Beaten Down Women Who Have Lost Their Looks Everywhere Hope That Their Old Love Will Always Remember Them As They Were

“The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line.” But, for as self-effacing as the unnamed narrator in Marguerite Duras’ … 962 more words

The Opiate